Digital Fantasy
Pinch the clip and insert the tip softly
I don't know if it's a cat 6; might be
Either way data's transmitting nicely
I'm admitting I love her now nightly
So frightening, connection like lightning
I'll give you a Klu she rides: light biking
She's on my disk now and it's the right thing
Nimble fingers all the right typing
Wiping the details: enzyme
Push packets for a pixelated pastime
Last time I was praised for slick rhymes
I said fine, but can I grab a LAN-line?
I combine, the best parts of getting off with
The latest edition of Microsoft office
Requesting access to the bra bits
Ad revenue pulls the profits
I'm hostage, D-DOSed it
I'm good but, exhausted
Primed to run the batch, but I lost it
Whole brain on diagnostic
Die agnostic? probably, yeah
Cause if a deity's watchin me there
With what I've been up to lately
It's a one way trip: ornately
In a basket with my vices
Tangled up in wire splices
And the priceless sacrifices
Of love, pride, and mobile devices
It's like this when I log on, I'm Don Jon
An all my qualms are forgotten
If she were sweet my teeth would be rotten
It's just the digital fantasy I'm caught in
Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly
You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory
C:DOS, C:DOSRun
No love lost Run DOS RUN
Oh no we've encountered a problem
Hold still I'll reboot the system
Woman of my dreams Exe
In plane switching on an LED
Colors represented so vibrantly
She captivates captains of industry
Pleasantly she virus free
And she knows how to ride the beat
In fact she can't come off it
In step with the tempo knocking
Every day Christmas, full up stocking
Filled to the brim with 6 inch floppies
Audio crushed like a walkie talkie
But I still hear the music when she's talking
My dad said son
I was once young too
You should never hold on
To things too good to be true
So I must admit to addiction
She's the reason I keep on clicking
Whole house like a dirty kitchen but I'm
Still stuck with a scratch I'm itching
Shifting the hourglass sand
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Used to be a dial-up lad but
Now the cad is a one man broadband
Wifi in the palm of his hand
Imagine the fame and fans
He could impress, but when he's alone
He's stuck looking at tits on his phone
Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly
You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory
I don't know if it's a cat 6; might be
Either way data's transmitting nicely
I'm admitting I love her now nightly
So frightening, connection like lightning
I'll give you a Klu she rides: light biking
She's on my disk now and it's the right thing
Nimble fingers all the right typing
Wiping the details: enzyme
Push packets for a pixelated pastime
Last time I was praised for slick rhymes
I said fine, but can I grab a LAN-line?
I combine, the best parts of getting off with
The latest edition of Microsoft office
Requesting access to the bra bits
Ad revenue pulls the profits
I'm hostage, D-DOSed it
I'm good but, exhausted
Primed to run the batch, but I lost it
Whole brain on diagnostic
Die agnostic? probably, yeah
Cause if a deity's watchin me there
With what I've been up to lately
It's a one way trip: ornately
In a basket with my vices
Tangled up in wire splices
And the priceless sacrifices
Of love, pride, and mobile devices
It's like this when I log on, I'm Don Jon
An all my qualms are forgotten
If she were sweet my teeth would be rotten
It's just the digital fantasy I'm caught in
Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly
You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory
C:DOS, C:DOSRun
No love lost Run DOS RUN
Oh no we've encountered a problem
Hold still I'll reboot the system
Woman of my dreams Exe
In plane switching on an LED
Colors represented so vibrantly
She captivates captains of industry
Pleasantly she virus free
And she knows how to ride the beat
In fact she can't come off it
In step with the tempo knocking
Every day Christmas, full up stocking
Filled to the brim with 6 inch floppies
Audio crushed like a walkie talkie
But I still hear the music when she's talking
My dad said son
I was once young too
You should never hold on
To things too good to be true
So I must admit to addiction
She's the reason I keep on clicking
Whole house like a dirty kitchen but I'm
Still stuck with a scratch I'm itching
Shifting the hourglass sand
Thumbnail details expand
Used to be a dial-up lad but
Now the cad is a one man broadband
Wifi in the palm of his hand
Imagine the fame and fans
He could impress, but when he's alone
He's stuck looking at tits on his phone
Would you come away with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory of a time we spent pleasantly
You could plug and play with me on a digital fantasy
Disintegrated memory
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Writer(s): Cory Huber
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